Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.